Growing up with her was the best thing I could have ever asked for. (Possibly Triggering?)

I posted this on my blog too but oh well.

In this poem, I talk about the death of a pet sort of graphically maybe?? So ig proceed with caution idk. My notes are at the bottom of the page. 

Growing up with her was the best thing I could have ever asked for.

She was always there for me, even if she couldn’t speak she was a great listener.

Never able to repeat your secrets, even if she could she wouldn’t have.

But as we grew older she grew weaker, beginning to deteriorate.

Soon she wouldn't walk, and as a result, she started losing weight.

She wouldn’t eat or drink, I knew she didn’t have much time left.

Though part of me prayed she would spring back to life.

Her last week I’d sit with her, staring into her gleaming eyes.

My heart teeming with distraught.

To keep from reprimanding oneself,

I’d keep reminding myself,

growing up with her was the best thing I could’ve ever asked for.

That night I sit in the room across, anxiously pacing,

Hoping that she would make it long enough to hear the day sing.

Though hearing her croak from down the hall,

 I choke, feeling the claws of distraught gripping my throat.

No matter how many times I shook her, screamed, or felt for any sign of a soul,

She would never wake.

Part of me knew she had gone.

I wrapped her delicately, treating her now cold form with the utmost care.

Making sure no hair is astray.

Begging her to tell me why she had gone away,

and as I stared into her glazed-over eyes I wept.

As I walked through the street, the sweet sunrise rose over us,

Crows caw and glide across power lines.

It reminded me of how lucky everyone was to have her in their lives.

And that growing up with her, was the best thing I could have ever asked for.

This poem as I've said before is about the death of a pet, who I grew up with and have known my whole life, I had never known a life w/o her. She was just about to turn 16 when she began to suddenly deteriorate fairly rapidly in the span of just two weeks. On the morning of July 4th, she passed away at around 5 in the morning. I'm probably gonna vent about this more in a blog if ur interested somehow but oh well. This is actually the first poetry I had ever written, and it was for a school apex assignment. My teacher really liked it, and generally, I like poetry so it sorta gave me the confidence to post this. Have a good night.